Is a bandage some put on your wounds to shut you up from seeking help when it's bad. To simply put it they mean to say that others have it worse, so I don't want to hear you complaining to me about your problems because I do not care. It's a sugar coated poison that traumatized people tend to swallowing not realizing that they have a right to feel bad about the bad things that have happened to them. Teaching us to mask emotions.

Sometimes this keeps us from getting help, from talking at all even. Sometimes this drives us mad in our pain because it is so bad we can't really hide it, we don't know how. And we still feel that bad regardless of whether others have it wor...

There are some who want to watch the world burn. They get off on destroying others and even themselves. They get mad at others for feeling anything. Maybe because they don't feel anything. Nothing but hate. Not for the sake of anything important but for the sole purpose to hate, to go against the grain. For the sake of irritation and creating chaos, inciting more hate. Those people will die out not by murder or violence but by educating. By creating a society that holds you accountable for your hate for the sake of hate. By standing up to bad people and not condoning any behavior that causes others pain. Like men do with rape culture. Like women being taught how evil men are. So that we can ...

Thoughts gravitate like planets around her head. An entire universe smothered inside, forced to keep silent. Idea's shriveling away, muscles atrophying at the lack of use. Ignorance surrounding her every breath. Stuck in the same four walls that used to feel like home, but since has lost its meaning. The light rays warming up her little blue bedroom no longer comforts her. Only the cold crisp air and cold sharp rain like knives can do that. There is no home here, she thinks. Or maybe there was never a home her, maybe I just wanted to hope and dream for one. Maybe it never existed.

I love camera's! I love photography! I love trying to act and write poetry! I love to read. I love to just write, write about anything. Just words on paper with endless possibilities for meanings. I love the sunrise, sunsets are overrated like dating.
I love sun rays and I love everything about full moons. They do have a certain magic, makes you feel like confessing. Not confessing love, but everything you're too afraid to admit when you're alone to yourself... let alone anyone else. To write, to read, to dream, to capture!

I love stickers!! I'm obsessed with washi tape and old handwritten letters. But I hardly know what to say through text, let alone on paper. ...

She's not quite here,
She's not quite there.
Candles melt on top the cake,
Smoke filling the air.
They sing, they chant
And grin from ear to ear.
She stands there still,
Year to year, still fearful of the day.
About the wishing that led her here, the dreams now gone astray.
Unlike the rest, her only wish is still
To not exist at all.
To be a figment of someone else's imagination.
Perhaps a character in a book.

There is this grand moment when you first decide to leave a negative place. You feel this terrible weight lifted from your shoulders, you can breathe better, you can see clearer, you feel like you are super girl strong.
But then there comes the aftermath of that decision. You start to wonder if you're ready enough to leave. Because this place might be bad in every way it is still free... do I have enough to leave and not go broke? You start to wonder how the people there will react.
You start to imagine your life in that terrible place and it's so bad you unknowingly hold your breath till you pass out.
But then in your dizzy state of being you think...

First they break you into a thousand little pieces.
Then they tell you are crazy
So often you start to believe it.
And just as you fight back all the demons, make it out alive
They come whispering closer,
And closer... drowning you
in the memories of the life and love lost.

Wind howls, the floors creak. The branches scratch the walls and doors. Then there's a split second of silence or two and you wonder if you are alone. You feel that you most likely are so you conclude your mind is paranoid. Just then, as you turn to shake your head and laugh, you see the slightest bit of a glowing white fabric. A gown perhaps. Perhaps, you conclude, in bioluminescent algae. But at the back of your mind, and option crawls to the front. A simple five letter word. Ghost. But you don't let it get you. It couldn't me, you chant in you mind. Hoping that if you say it long enough, it will make it so. But then you see her once more... and you realize you know her. Knew her. That sh...

Sometimes the dust settles
Amidst all the truth.
And all the lies you've heard
Goes down along with them.
Everything becomes so crystal,
Magnetized in weight of its existence.
You feel your heart give way,
But its truth keeps you afloat.
Ready to go down with it,
You give it your whole.

In times of toil,
Deep despair,
I find the light
It only lingers.
Does not grow bigger,
Does not get brighter.
It just lingers there...
In times of sweet sleep,
I find my peace,
My only rest...
I long to fight
That good fight the others do.
But when I rise,
Everything fades to black,
As soon I wake.

I think;
Therefore I am.
But thoughts come
from the brain,
Physical feeling
Comes from the brain,
Emotions come
From the brain too.
They are like thoughts,
That are felt throughout
The body and heart.
Neurons connecting...
Nerves.
Tissue.
I feel, I think, I trust myself; therefore I am.

If thoughts (from the brain) determine whether you exist, would you exist solely because of your brain? Wouldn't it include the rest of the body and things not seen but felt. Anything can exist if we think, feel and make it so. Why was he so full of doubt?
It is our own flaws and fears as a society that have made that man doubt the existence of the rest of us, ...